“You do have to be careful of snakes in this sort of weather,” Pia Miranda says. It’s a warm afternoon in early spring when I meet the actor for a walk around Cherry Lake in Melbourne’s south-west. Miranda’s two-year-old silky terrier, Gizmo, is oblivious to the danger, pausing occasionally to sploot in long grass by the water’s edge.
A discussion about snakes gets us joking about “symbolically phallic” things that can kill you, which leads me to ask about some unsavoury encounters she details in her new memoir, Finding My Bella Vita.
